papers under lamp

from dawn to dusk, the movement of sun have been so historic to everybody's life at any given point of time, that none of us can remember the date when he or she watched the sun to rise or to set for the first time.
but the human mind can easily become nostalgic about the romance of first train journey and the first kiss and in some cases, it tends to remember the whole series sequentially :)
seems that memory gets functional depending upon our expectations.
we tend to remember things that we expect less or crave for, to happen.
trip to delhi was one such thing that i wanted to memorize for several reasons... personal and professional.
and it was the return flight that came up with the personal ones....
after vijay malya's welcome speech, i tuned to ten sports. one of ganguly's innings was air casted in a program called legends.
beams of sunlight continued to change directions on my lap... courtesy window seat :)
they all disappeared suddenly to catch my attention. i looked out of the window...there were clouds under the sun.... like papers under lamp.

partying / parting

she called me at 10 in the morning.
we tried to share about the day's proceedings... at both ends.
time didn't wait.
we cudn't continue... although none of us wanted to hang up.
i called her at lunch..she was with her team.. having lunch.
call was long enough to gather the above information.
and infact it was longer than i thought it wud be ...promised her i would not smoke after the terrible meal i was bound to enjoy...only to break it just when it was supposed to be protected.
she called me at 5 in the evening.
job is job.
again at 8.
it was work again.
unanswered messages started to hit my cell.... as she knew calls wud disturb me and messages wud make me feel how much she was missing me.
at 10, when my cell rang... i knew and felt this was not fair and promised her a call within 20 mins.
and within 2 mins my work was done.
i was just reaching out for my cell.... a group of boys came.. rushing at me... my friends they were.
they took me to sports bar... as if i had no other choice to opt for... as if it was a law to booze that night.
my cell rang again... she got answered by the music that was going on... by the noise that the people in the bar were making, much earlier and much more convincingly than my voice ever could have.
we got out of the bar later... after partying hard that night.